Last of the snowy photos......

I couldn't let the week finish without showing you the last of my snow photos.....

You can see the whole set on my website

{ Winter 10 by Jo Bradford }

{ Winter 9 by Jo Bradford }

  { Winter 5 by Jo Bradford }

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Well that's all from me for this week - may the weekend bring you joy,warmth and happiness :)

Silent, soft and slow

{ Winter 1 by Jo Bradford }

{ Winter 2 by Jo Bradford }

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Out of the bosom of the Air, 

Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, 

Over the woodlands brown and bare,

 Over the harvest-fields forsaken, 

Silent, and soft, and slow 

Descends the snow.        

{Henry Wadsworth Longfellow}    

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{ Winter 3 by Jo Bradford }

{ Winter 4 by Jo Bradford }

If this is not enchantment, then where is it to be found?

 'Winter 8' by Jo Bradford

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The first fall of snow is not only an event, 

it is a magical event.  

You go to bed in one kind of a world 

and wake up in another quite different, 

and if this is not enchantment 

then where is it to be found?  

~J.B. Priestley

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'Winter 7' by Jo Bradford

Happy Snow Day Folks :)

Winter Wonderland

The snow just keeps on coming!!  We Brits are just not used to getting snow like this down in the southern end of the island.... This is like a Cornwall I have never known, and being the big kid that I am, the novelty of the wintery white landscape has not worn off for me one little bit.

As I look out my window now, there are thick flurries of snowflakes billowing in the gusting South Easterly Gale force winds.  Definitely not a day for venturing too far from home!!

I thought you may like to see a few of my Polaroids from my 365 ways to say goodbye project.

Deciding to use only expired polaroid film and 40 year old cameras is presenting daily difficulties and the occasional near meltdown as I have to undertake late night strip down and repairs to the old kit, but so far so good, I have delivered my first 11 pictures on time and I am enjoying working with a medium that you can't photoshop, or crop or otherwise alter in the post processing stage.  I just scan my daily 'roids, adjust them slightly until they exactly match the original, warts and all, and that's it! Simple :)

Here are 2 of my favourites so far.

You can follow the progress of my "365 Ways to say goodbye" project here at www.365goodbyes.tumblr.com

Snowflakes

Powder Dreams by Jo Bradford

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Out of the bosom of the Air.
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.
~ Snowflakes ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Powder Days by Jo Bradford

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!

We are rarely blessed with snow in Cornwall, in fact it happens about once every four years. To us seasiders it's such a big deal when the white stuff arrives, that we afford it the same status as a national holiday.

We were lucky enough to have a few inches of snowfall this week, so most people took the day off work and hit the local slopes with anything they could possibly utilise as a toboggan. Great fun was had by all!!

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Silent, and soft, and slow....

"Race You Home!!" by Jo Bradford

Out of the bosom of the air,
Out of the cloudfolds of her garment shaken,
Over the woodlands, brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

~~By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.~~

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